Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, RichterCarlyle, Thomas
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Translations from the German (Vol 3 of 3): Tales by Musæus, Tieck, Richter
Carlyle, Thomas
German fiction -- Translations into English
Farther, I could not but reckon it a suspicious circumstance, that he as
well as all the company (the Blind Passenger too) were making for this
very Flaetz, to which I myself was bound: much good I could not expect of
this; and, in truth, turning home again would have been as pleasant to
me as going on, had I not rather felt a pleasure in defying the future.
I come now to the red-mantled Blind Passenger; most probably an _Emigre_
or _Refugie_; for he speaks German not worse than he does French; and
his name, I think, was _Jean Pierre_ or _Jean Paul_, or some such thing,
if indeed he had any name. His red cloak, notwithstanding this his
identity of colour with the Hangman, would in itself have remained
heartily indifferent to me, had it not been for this singular
circumstance, that he had already five times, contrary to all
expectation, come upon me in five different towns (in great Berlin, in
little Hof, in Coburg, Meiningen and Bayreuth), and each of these times
had looked at me significantly enough, and then gone his ways. Whether
this _Jean Pierre_ is dogging me with hostile intent or not, I cannot
say; but to our fancy, at any rate, no object can be gratifying that
thus, with corps of observation, or out of loopholes, holds and aims at
us with muskets, which for year after year it shall move to this side
and that, without our knowing on whom it is to fire. Still more
offensive did Redcloak become to me, when he began to talk about his
soft mildness of soul; a thing which seemed either to betoken pumping
you or undermining you.
I replied: "Sir, I am just come, with my brother-in-law here, from the
field of battle (the last affair was at Pimpelstadt), and so perhaps am
too much of a humour for fire, pluck and war-fury; and to many a one,
who happens to have a roaring waterspout of a heart, it may be well if
his clerical character (which is mine) rather enjoins on him mildness
than wildness. However, all mildness has its iron limit. If any
thoughtless dog chance to anger me, in the first heat of rage I kick my
foot through him; and after me, my good brother here will perhaps drive
matters twice as far, for he is the man to do it. Perhaps it may be
singular; but I confess I regret to this day, that once when a boy I
received three blows from another, without tightly returning them; and
I often feel as if I must still pay them to his descendants. In sooth,
if I but chance to see a child running off like a dastard from the weak
attack of a child like himself, I cannot for my life understand his
running, and can scarcely keep from interfering to save him by a
decisive knock."
[Note 2: In his Prince, a soldier reverences and obeys at once his
Prince and his Generalissimo; a Citizen only his Prince.]
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